Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.